Halt Of Holocaust

Oh where is my family?
Wave upon ocean wave, brought sorrow
and the ocean continues to sob.
Where are you my sisters, my brothers, my grandfathers?
No wonder sea birds cry so. 
No wonder eagles circle and circle.
No wonder gaggles of cormorants are glued to islands of stone.
Fog attempts to erase long-forgotten prints
but the ocean remembers and heaves in its despair.
The seas remember and rock themselves for comfort.

Oh, where is my family?
Where are those who first blessed this place of Mother Earth?
Where are you my brothers and sister, my grandparents?
No wonder the guts of earth rumble.
No wonder mountains weep themselves and fall.
No wonder the slide and collide of plates. 
Sky weighs heavily on slumped shoulders of Earth.
She settles into her despair.

Here you are, my family,
hidden in wombs of those who still hear,
still see, still feel the good way.
Look, Mother Earth still holds our colors:
yellow, red, white, black.
Lean to those colors First Mother’s womb spills,
to show us where our people are.

Broken shells of color find places to grow
for those who still see, still love, the hand of Creator.
We still prevail, in hearts and minds
and movement of amniotic-memory rituals.




Jay Winter Nightwolf Pacifica WPFW 89.3 - November 27, 2008 – during Musical Interlude